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Skylark followed behind the group from the enterprise as they entered the dark room on the Scimitar. Her older sister Deanna walking just infront of her. Unlike the others skylark wore a black catsuit with shoulder armor, gauntlets, and thigh and hip armor. Her black cape flowing, attaching to the suit under the shoulder armor. She liked to be prepared always. And though she was apart of a fleet and organization that loved peace she knew not everyons felt the same. And so during this trip she took extra measures to ensure her safety. Armor was one. The hidden daggers on her were another. She stepped behind her sister as a figure emerged and began speaking to Picard. As the conversation went on she mumbled under her breath. "Jesus. He likes monologs doesn't he?" To which Deanna turned momentarily to give her sister a glare without having to speak the words to tell her to shut up. She raised her hands in a surrendering motion and looked up as the man continued before She quietly groaned. "Oh maybe he's a vampire or something. He wants to drain us. Thats why its so dark." She whispered. Her sister reaching back to smack her this time. "Hey!" She whisper yelled and moved away abruptly. This however caught the praetors attention and he studied the two females in awe. "I've never met a human woman before. Let alone two." He spoke. Skylark scoffed as her sister grabbed her arm and spoke. "We are only half human." He stepped down the stairs as he began to speak. "Deanna Troi. " he stated and began to rattle off her sisters abilities. But then her turned to her. "But you. Im afraid I had no idea ms Troi even had a sister." He said. "Please enlighten me to your name?" He asked with a smile. Skylark. "Yeah most people aren't privy to that information. But ill make it easy for you. I'm feeling generous today. Names Skyark Troi and I'm afraid I don't have the abilities my sister does. So unlike her I fight dirty." She said with a warning glare. His vibe was off. But her sister being the nice woman she was apologized for her behavior. "Im afraid you'll have to forgive my sister praetor. She's just very wary of new people." Deanna said softly. The praetor only gave her a smile. "I understand fully." He held out a hand "may I touch your hair?" He asked. Before either could answer picard interrupted and the man was back to his monolog. Before he ordered the computer to light up the room. She could finally see the praetor and nearly whined. "Oh hes attractive! Of course he is! All the creepy ones are!" She whisper yelled making her sister look at her with an uncomfortable glare. "What its true and you know it." She said going back to watching the man and his monolog about his disease and early life. But as she watched picard and the praetor interact she was confused. It seemed as if the two of them knew eachother. But that couldn't be right. This praetor was young. And to her knowledge picard hadn't spoken with him before. And as he went on more she realized. The preator was a clone of....picard?! She let her jaw drop. "No." She said in complete awe. "Holy shit. Picard used to look like THAT?!" she whispered to her sister who was equally shocked. "Wow. Aging really sucks." She followed up. Again receiving a glare from deanna as shinzon stepped forward moving his cloak to the side to grip a dagger in its sleeve. In less than a second skylark was infront of picard and worf and Data, one of g Her daggers pointed right at the neck of the praetor. He grinned at her as he used the knife to cut into his own hand, blood seeping out as he held out the knife hilt first towards her. "I think you'll be wanting this." He said softly, his eyes meeting hers straight on. She slowly moved her hand forward and grasped it. Their hands met briefly and she felt a shock run right up her arm. She quickly pulled the dagger away and slipped her own back into its spot. His eyes following her like that of a predator with its prey. She never took her eyes off him as she stood her ground infront of picard. A hand lay itself on her armored shoulder. "Its alright skylark. You can stand down." She eyed him one last time before turning swiftly, her cape swishing as she went, boots making noise against the floor as she returned to her spot behind her sister. Ready to phase out. She met his eyes once more and they never disconnected as they phased back into the enterprise.
